 "So, when you said just a few minutes ago that you love me, you were LYING TO ME?!?" I tried not to eavesdrop - at first. My back was to the troubled couple and in the mostly empty dining room, absent a dining companion of my own, there was nothing to buffer the breakup. I'd been feeling sorry for myself. A weekend frolic with my husband in New Orleans was thwarted by sudden emergency surgery for one of our dogs. Not only did he have to stay put in Brooklyn - I couldn't get back to be with my family because exorbitant change fees atop an $1173 vet bill was economically unfeasible. At least I wasn't getting dumped at a restaurant. Our waiter knew the score. He sees this happen about four times a year and he gives the unhappy couple a close eye (lest they suddenly need the check, tissues, a police escort...) and a wide berth. Chances are that only one of the two of them was planning for the night to turn out like this and the other might end up in need of a cab home or a comped Cabernet at the bar. For the record they left, somberly, after a prolonged silence. I finally got a look at their faces - hers stoic, his tear-stained. They were holding hands as they rounded the corner, but it was more than evident - a sweet ending was not on the menu for either of them tonight. Share your tales of dining and dating in the comments below. We're here for you. p.s. My dog made it through and is resting comfortably at home, in case you're interested. |
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There was a restaurant in my home town that was the notorious break up spot for people. It was a great Mexican place, food was awesome, so were the drinks...anyway, I'd seen 3 to 5 couples break up there, (I was a regular). One that stands out is a couple where the man was doing the dumping, (their booth was directly across the walkway from mine and my friend's), and she yelled at him for doing this to her in public. He asked her to calm down and not make a scene, and she said, "If you didn't want me to make a scene, you shouldn't have brought me HERE!" They argued quietly, then the food came. They both poked it around their plates but didn't actually eat, then left. He had the gall to try and put his arm around her waist/small of her back as they walked away, and she totally shrugged him off and said loudly, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?"
I dont understand why people would break up at a restaurant. I would feel really akward. Do you do it before or after the meal? Then who picks up the tab because I sure wouldnt want to if someone broke up with me. Yea kind of akward....
"A weekend frolic ... was thwarted by sudden emergency surgery for one of our dogs."
That's amazing. I can't even get my dog to poop outside, and yours does surgery!? Now that's where the *real* article is.
Yes, I did the breaking up w/ a non-committal slacker and my classic parting line (before storming out) was, "oh, and you can finish my margarita". Still makes me laugh today.
I am a Body Language Expert. I have seen people break up at restaurants more times than I can count. It's an extremely common place to end relationships.
A few year ago I listened to a guy tell the his date he would only be able to see her only Tuesday – Thursday. And he would be seeing someone else Friday – Sunday. He was saving Monday for himself. Must have been when MNF was interesting.
I was broken up with in the same Sizzler twice, by the same person, a year and a half apart. I didn't see it coming the first time, but I did the second and engineered it mainly to give myself something to be amused by...
Oh, and I forgot: the first break-up was on Valentine's Day.
@ Evil Grin Breaking up with someone is never easy especially for the one who is getting dumped, but your post I'm sure made a lot of people smile, it shows that they're are still gentlemen around.
Aw, shucks.
I had been going out with this girl for two weeks when I met the woman who would later become my wife. I didn't think it would be a big deal to breakup after only two weeks. I took her to my favorite local restaurant and gave her the bad news before the food got there. She went berserk, yelling and screaming and calling me names. I took it quietly. She calmed down after a few minutes. Amazingly, she still wanted to eat dinner. After dinner, I gave her a ride home and never saw her again. I also did not go back to that restaurant for a few months.
Once when working as a waiter, had a man dump his wife. She tried to stay as dignified as possible.
The next night, at the same table, the guy brought in his girlfriend and celebrated with champagne.
Sheesh.
See that in banking, too. Husband cleans out account, leaves wife, shows up next day to open new account. Wants to add girlfriend to it.
Sigh.
What kind of moron adds any woman to their bank account?
An ex bf broke up with me in the middle of dinner. I was completely taken aback as he'd just asked me to go to Cancun a couple days before. He claimed he needed to concentrate on school, but in reality was going on a cruise with his EX WIFE.
I told my ex-girlfriend that I wanted to break up with her and that we never really shared a past. I also told her that she could even keep my friends! But then she started crying and making a scene so I had to gracefully exit the situation by giving an excuse that I had to return some videotapes.
I broke up with my GF in Spain while enjoying the best pasta dish and red wine ever. You are a total tool-doosh-bag.
That was, hands down, the singularly worst book I have ever read.
I never have and never would. If you're going to dump someone, you at least owe them the decency of a venue where they can express their emotions. If someone broke up with me and I felt it was unacceptable to cry because I was in public, I would be all the more hurt by his insensitivity.
I've never broken up in a restuarant but I have broken up with my boyfriend at the bowling alley, right there at the shoe counter... but I did it because I was afraid of his temper, and I was right. THe breakup went from the shoe counter down a long hallway to the restrooms where I hid in the ladies room until my friend and his friend (yeah there was a group of us) came in and then i was like no I'm done and the food court people almost called the cops. It was mortifying. Other bad ways to break up with people: their away message that happened to me; i came back to my apt from a dance class (which he knew I was at) and found a series of IMs breaking up with me... and he called me the child lol
I have a friend .. who chose to breakup in public because she was terrified of his reaction in private... It turned out she was right... He lost it and punched her (in public). Another patron, in the restaurant, jumped in and prevented it from getting worse... Can you imagine how much WORSE it would have been if there was no one to assist? He was a real nutcase... She eventually had to move to another city and I only hear from her once in a while... She is trying to start a new life....
Your friend was right to handle it the way she did. Proven abusers, of any kind, shouldn't be allowed to breathe.
I wasn't sure how my first husband was going to react to the news that I had moved out, left him and was filing for divorce. So I did it in front of where he worked as he was getting off shift. That worked for me. Everybody has a different situation and should plan accordingly – if possible.
Good luck to her. Hope she finds the happiness she obviously didn't get from him.
Wow. I would have jumped in on the dude, too.
Yes, I was dumped at a restaurant. And it was my birthday. And he did it after we had ordered, but before the food came, so I couldn't even choke down my burger. It was for the best, though. He just wasn't the guy for me and vice versa. Having recently met the guy for me, I can truly understand what my restaurant-dumper felt we were missing.
Yeppers, I was broken up with at a restraurant/bar just a few weeks ago. I am still to this day tryign to figure his reasoning for doing it in public. Bad idea... for me what would have been tears in private turn to venom at the table, which he wasn't expecting. Who wants to be broken up with in public... come on!
Fortunately for me I've never been curshed publicly. But I did witness what I consider to be the Mother of all break ups. I was waitressing at a neighborhood family type italian place, when one of my regulars came in. Husband and wife, always pleasant, generally nice couple. Until that night when he decided to not only break up with his wife, but proceed to tell her he was gay. Needless to say she freaked, shoved the table into his chest pinning him to the back of the booth, and then tried to stab him with a fork. I had to get one of the guys from the kitchen to restrain her long enough for me to move the table and tell him to run, which he wisely did. After about a minute of stunned silence through out the entire restaurant, I took her to the office, let her freak out a little more, gave her a bottle of wine, and when she was ready let her go out the service entrance. Later that week I heard she burned his stuff in the middle of 64th Street. Hell hath no fury.
I ended a relationship at a restaurant, was not planned-learned after the meal that he'd been seeing someone else; I yelled some and am sure I made a scene; told him to leave and I picked up the check and got a cab ride home. The worst part was my teenage daughter was with me as well, she was quite embarassed and left the table and went to the restroom during the worst part
Yep, happened in college. Nice Italian restaurant with a crowd around us. Initial shock of "what?" was loud enough for some to hear. Took it like a man for most part – no tears for god sake – but embarrassing. She definately wanted a verbal stabbing. Last I heard she had two illegitimate kids, was broke, and lived with her parents. Karma is a bitch if you are not respectful of others. I now have a great wife and a great life and plenty of money to dine out anytime!
I saw a break-up in a public restaurant. She was loud and obnoxious and embarrassing. She insulted his "size" and said she had met someone with "a d**k so long it hurt her". What made it worse was she got other women close by to side with her. He was so humiliated he walked out, and this was near the back of the restaurant so every eye was upon him as she followed him, insulting him along the way.
This guy is a friend of mine and did nothing to deserve it. He was devoted to her but she just used him.
A few weeks later the wife of the "guy" proceeded to beat her senseless for messing with her man. Perhaps there is poetic justice.
And why is it after a breakup she always seems to insult his "manhood"?
Because it's where uneducated, self-centered, pathetic, loser-women think they can do the most damage. What's pitiful is that any man with an ounce of self-worth will know she's taking a wild stab at verbally hurting him and he will blow her off without a second thought.
Yep. Never had my 'manhood' insulted. Probably cause I don't date white trash.
I could swear I saw that on a Jerry Springer preview.
I broke up with someone at a restaurant and his response was, "I know I don't treat you all that well but when you love someone, you tolerate their poor behavior because you don't want to be alone." I was thankful at that point that I had broken up with him in public because if he had said that in the privacy of my own home, what would have stopped me from sticking my fork through his head?
I've dumped someone at a restaurant but never been the one to be dumped. My ex bf sent me an email by accident that was meant for one of his friends. The whole convo was about how he was taking out some chick he met at the bar while he was out the previous weekend... We already had plans to meet after work for dinner so when he showed up I asked him a bunch of questions. Who is Kim? How'd you meet her? And finally where do you plan on taking her for your big date? He lied right there to my face so I told him it was over. Either way I would have broken up with him but I was pretty pissed that he decided to lie after I already busted him. I pulled the email out of my purse and placed it on the table and he looked at it and laughed... Then he had a fit... a crazy fit... he called me some really horrible names and knocked the basket of biscuits on the floor... I moved the hell out of the way and when they told him he had to leave or they were gonna call the police I laughed hysterically... I sat down and enjoyed my admiral's feast and had my brother meet me at my place afterwards incase my ex boyfriend had not calmed down and wanted a round 2 of the showdown. I havent spoken to him since but I've seen him out a few times... I still chuckle everytime I see him.
I wasn't a party but a witness to a breakup at a restaurant. It was at an Italian restaurant we often went to, we knew the owner, etc.
The restaurant was almost empty. The owner seated us in a booth right next to a booth where this other couple was seated. Why he did this, I don't know. The booths were at right angles to each other so the back of the seat where the man was seated was to our side and his girlfriend was across from him. I could hear every word.
We all were waiting for our food. My husband is hard of hearing so didn't hear this conversation. When he said something to me, I asked him to be quiet for a few minutes as there was something going down in the booth next to us and I wanted to listen in.
The girlfriend started by asking what the man did that day. He said he read for a while, then walked downtown and back. Then she asked if he had been looking for work as he had been out of work for a couple of months. This was years before the current recession though maybe there was a slight downturn at the time. Then she said that she wanted him to move out. He was shocked. Then, interesting twist, he tried to change the subject, "Have you ever read Scripture? It's very helpful..." but she interrupted him and again said she wanted him to move out. He said something about why was she telling him this after they ordered dinner in a nice restaurant and so on. I wondered the same thing, so much for having an appetite with this going on. At this point, our food arrived and I got distracted so I didn't hear much more of their conversation. I do still wonder, since they were living together, why didn't she talk to him at home rather than in public?
Probably because she was tied up at home in the basement. She could easily get help from someone in a public setting.
That was my guess.
Yes Billy. And you pouring ketchup over your hands while I turned to get my bag and pretending like it was blood didn't help.
We are actors Martha! This is why you will never make it! Always have to find some excuse as to why you messed up, it's you! Not the ketchup, or the script.
I've broken up with my boyfriend before at Chima, a Brazilian BBQ Buffet. It was really awkward because as I was telling the boy about why we weren't compatible as a couple, the servers kept coming up to us with skewers of meat, breaking my momentum with each interruption. By the end of the meal, I had offered to pay since I was doing the breaking up, but the guy (with tears in his eyes) said the least he could do was pay for the meal. I think it was really embarassing for him because we could hear the waiters whispering about us and at this point it was pretty obvious that he was crying. As we walked outside and waited for a cab, he addressed some of my concerns and agreed to try to work it out instead of abruptly ending our relationship. 3 years later, we're still together but haven't been back to Chima
Brazilian BBQ is the BEST!! Even if I got dumped I would still be happy from all that yummy meat. Did you get the pineapple with cinnamon? WOOO!!!
I got dumped at the table, it really sucked. I started to cut my wrists with the knife and she didn't even come back to help me... =(
I almost died but some people walked in and called an ambulance. Not cool, YOU HEAR ME MARTHA!!?! YOU THINK IT IS FUNNY TO PLAY WITH PEOPLE'S LIVES!??!?!?!?!?!? Oh, we can just walk out like nothing ever happened, I did everything, I was totally awesome!! Well, I didn't have to pay for the food that night. =D
You never could 'handle' the truth.
Well, the truth is she was more man than I could ever be.
Have you tried the beer yet?
I'm betting he hasn't but can try some of my mangos and cream cheese.
LOL, well played.
Man, the inside jokes people miss when they don't read all the comments on these articles.
Have you ever broken up at a restaurant?
Nah...Too risky! Too many sharp utensils laying on the table. That's what texting or email is for.
What was that cat-like word again?
Don't remember. He-Man?
Yup! He-man was awesome back in the day! Cringer was BattleCat's pu$$y side.
"Cringer" ........ good point!
I bet you got one leg...and folks should start calling your beotch azz Eileen!
Unless I'm at Balthazar's I don't pay attention to those around me. Any other place Hillary and Bill could break up and I'd never notice.
Yup ... I'd been a widow for a couple of years, and a good "friend" of mine set me up with a gentlemen for dinner. The dinner conversation went something like this: (me) So you're divorced. (him) Almost, for the second time. (me) What do you mean by almost? (him) My second divorce from the unemployed bitch won't be final for a couple of months. (me) I though my friend told me you were already divorced. (him) I am from my first wife, but not my second wife. (me) Check please. I paid my portion and left that almost-divorced-for-the-second-time man sitting in the restaurant wondering what happened. I saw him a couple of months later sitting at the bar of that same restaurant, and he still had a stupid, surprised look on his face.
Unless he was a total jerk, you should've at least showed him the courtesy of finishing your evening instead of ending abruptly like that and embarassing him. He could've easily lied and you would be none the wiser that night.
Whoop! Whoop! Bells clanging! Alarms going off. Jill, you are naive & a fool. Beenthere was 100% right to do what she did. Why enable someone who is a dirtbag in every sense of the word? More importantly, why waste your time with a cheat & a liar?
Beenthere, I applaud your impeccable sense of self-worth!
Mmm. no. Men pulled this crap on my poor mother all the time. I became adept at spotting married men signs to prevent any more angry women showing up at our house with guns.
True story. I was 10 at the time :(
If a guys says he's "nearly divorced", then by all means steer clear until he is.
Think of it this way: "I'm nearly 18"
Yeah. See. Nearly does not count in a lot of situations.
My high school sweetheart dumped me at a pizza place because he was 'leaving for college' (it was only 45 minutes away). I mainly think it was because his mother didn't approve of me because I was not Catholic. Glad, though, because he's been married for 15 years with five kids – not my cup of tea. How do I know this? He friended me on FB recently and tried to be all flirty. Ick. DENY! PS – Never eat pizza with a double topping of tears, it stinks.
I'm going to make a drink that's called "Drown your Sorrows". Should be a hoot at the bar to order.
Does the school cafeteria count? I got dumped there once. I went back to my game of "Magic: The Gathering" without batting an eye.
And I went back to playing POGS and trading X-MEN comics.
I broke up in the middle of the Saint Lawrence Seaway sitting in a raft. I did not plan it that way to start but we got into an argument over something silly that escalated past a point of no return. Good thing she did not have any weapons ...
Holy shit, man, never break up in a raft! LMAO, you're lucky you're alive to tell the tale...
That is so horrible, you are so mean.
I didn't set out to break up with him at the bar that night, but I did. He started talking about big things and I didn't have the heart to let him go on about it. No big scene, but I think it was a little easier because he asked my opinion. Don't ask if you don't want to know!
Hilarious comments. I was once in a meeting with a co-worker, 14 people in the room and on a conference bridge with 9 more in California, when her husband texted her to tell her that, in fact, he didn't love her anymore and wanted a divorce. Talk about a major meltdown, she read the text out loud in shock and disbelief (she thought it was a joke I think at FIRST), and then the sobbing started when he continued to text her that in fact, he was completely serious (and yes, he did go on to divorce her). Talk about awkward silences, you could have heard a pin drop in the room and on the phone.....
Just wanted to answer your question.
It's blue, with a hint of corn.
Sounds like you have a good 50 years ahead of you! Mozel Tov!
yep, and I'm very happy about it. i had to suck it up so as not to appear like a total idiot. i might have been a bumbling baby somewhere else. i wouldn't do it to someone else, though. i think you owe someone the right to feel bad in front of you if you are exiting stage left. it worked out much better for me, though. my ex guy hasn't gotten over me yet according to a couple mutual friends and it's been years. that's very satisfying! i think the fact that i held it totally together has a lot to do with that.
I'm taking a dump right now.
Check the color, make sure you are healthy.
Yes, I was dumped at one of my favorite restaurants one time by a guy that looked like he was a human gorilla. It took me awhile to go back to the restaurant because of the disbelief that someone as pretty as myself could be dumped by someone so unattractive that had a toddler-sized wee wee ...
Gee, as judgmental, self-absorbed as you sound, I'll wager that restaurant didn't miss a troll like you for one teeny second.
I highly advise taking a hand-held mirror along with you on dates. Leads to this kind of self destructive talk.
I can trump you all.
Let me take you back to 1984...
We'd been together nearly 4 years. I asked the woman to marry me. She suggested we meet the next night at a romantic restaurant (my favorite) overlooking the San Fernando Valley for her answer. Then she dumped me. Scarred me for life, I'd say, since I never married.
As an interesting aside, I was also involved in a head on collision with a wayward motorcyclist that same morning. In retrospect – not a good day.
This isn't a competition jacka$$.
Michael: It won't be a battle of wits either, since you're unarmed.
[Gettin' my trollin' rod out now ... ]
Google "Michael Buffer," doofus, then the real witless wonder will reveal himself.
UFC rules!
"""Google "Michael Buffer," doofus, then the real witless wonder will reveal himself."""
I stand corrected.
You are both unarmed AND under-aged.
I'm not high maintenace, what do you mean by that?
Yeah, I chopped that sentence all up. I meant to say "You almost had minus fifty-eleven cool points deducted if you were a high maintenance girl.
My bad!
I think I've broken up over the phone for the most part. I once broke up with a car while he was driving me home from a NYC play- it was his last ditch attempt to convince me he wasn't cheap. For the record, he was incredibly cheap, but that's not why I dumped him! Afterwards, I had to pretend I was sad so I wouldn't hurt his feelings, all while I was nervous he'd get into an accident!
Whoever said breakups need to be done in person is wrong. However, there has been times where the guy just disappears, stops calling, never officially ending things. That's just wrong!
I've never broken up in a restaurant, it seems like a bad place to do so. Stories like these make me glad I'm not single!
You almost had -fifty-eleven cool points if you were a high maintenance girl.
Deducted, that is.
I don't recommend it...makes for a long, awkward, quiet and unpleasant ride home from the restaurant.
Not if you drop one last $20 on her/him and tell him/her to take a cab home.
Um, hello?! Anyone with even an ounce of decency and any sense of respect would do it in a place most comfortable and PRIVATE for the dumpee, like their home!
And to RichP: As funny as I found your "20 mile buffer zone"comment, you're a wimp for not breaking up when you want to. Pushing the girl to do it by being a complete cad is beyond pathetic. Man up, Boy.
wow, breaking up in a restaurant?? what a heterosexual concept, lol
You are so incredibly witty, I bet you would buy flip flops for a person with one toe on each foot.
Yes because homosexuals NEVER break-up. Dumba$$.
We break up in the closet. From ashes to ashes, dust to dust......
It was probably a hetero sexual restaurant. ... I believe in fate. That happened for a reason and I believe that at some time in the future she will pee herself laughing about it. I have met people who were fired and then got an even better job. I have also met a married woman who left her abusive ex taking several children with her, and she re-married into a better relationship.
It's happened to me twice! The worst one was the guy who admitted over dinner that, during the course of our brief long distance relationship, he'd been carrying on a relationship with another woman with whom he'd just moved in; and that the cancer he told me he'd recently been diagnosed with was a lie. I walked out of the restaurant and saved the angry breakdown for the drive home.
wow and I thought my last ex was bad for not calling when he said he would. (We were in a long distance relationship a few years ago) Cheating and lying about having cancer?? Let's all just pity the woman he moved in with.
I have never been dumped at a restaurant before but I did realize that I needed to break-up with a boyfriend while at a restaurant. He started talking about having kids and I realized I never wanted to have kids with him. Unfortunately, my brain to mouth filter wasn't working that day and that thought verbalized itself before I could stop it.
Similar thing happened to me. I had flashes of his disfunctional family screaming and throwing knives at each other. Unfortunately my brain to mouth filter was working fine. I didn't break up with him until later on. I wish it had malfunctioned right then though.
It happened to me in college, at Bagel night at the very popular local hangout where half of campus was that evening. Humiliating to say the least, but thankfully I was quiet and just got up and walked out and walked home. Just goes to show that money and upbringing don't guarantee good manners, and in complete retrospect, must breed endowment problems and commitment issues. Sounds bitter, no? Actually, not anymore at all but at the time I was furious for quite a while - until I would think about his teeny-weeny then I'd just smile and think "good riddance".
LMAO!
"Bagel night"? What the he!! is a "bagel night"?
I've seen this occur (not to me) a few times, and it always seems to occur at nice, quiet restaurants as opposed to noisy ones. Once a girl threw her drink in the guy's face. Waste of a good martini, but she actually got an applause as she stormed out.
I would have applauded him when he cold-cocked her afterward. Chicks think it's OK to physically assault a male cause they won't retaliate (most of us anyway) in the same fashion, especially in public. I say take your beating like a grown up and move along.
I also think if you think you're man enough to take a swing at me, you're man enough to duck my return fire. Just sayin'.....
That's a good point. Why is it ok for a woman to physically abuse a man when she's frustrated, angry or upset, but not the other way around?
It's called a double-standard ........ and that's wrong.
So if you humiliate your now ex-girlfriend in public, and she throws a martini in your face, you think you're entitled to issue a punch? Wow, a man of class you are. Newsflash... the martini in the face WAS the return hit. You started the war, not her.
First, I would never humiliate them in public. Second, I didn't say punch her. I insinuated equal retaliation. I would not be the only one leaving wet that night. I find people like not the taste of their own medicine.
Once you get outside, that's when you curb check her azz before monkey-stomping the crap out of her.
j/k
Spit would do the trick, especially if there is some phlegm included in the delivery.
In my younger, haughtier days, I once slapped a boyfriend in the face during an argument. He slapped me right back. I was SO offended that I slapped him harder. Again, he returned it. We went slap for slap until we started laughing. End of argument, obviously, but I have never, nor WILL I ever, consider it okay to slap a man (or woman, for that matter) without repercussions. Boyfriend did me a favor – a different type of guy might have knocked my teeth out.
I got dumped at a restaurant, a Mexican restaurant, and I somehow kept my cool.
But he sure lost his when he put that giant scoop of hot sauce in his mouth! (while waiting on me to respond) This restaurant had ridiculously hot salsa, which I never enjoyed more than at that moment!
Hmm...I don't know...does your response to his trauma make you sad, or pathetic?
Well, that was uncalled for. She just had a sense of schadenfreude, which we all have when we see a jerk suffering. And if you say you never have, then you're a liar.
No, Wasabi, I never have. I have joie de vivre, but not schadenfreude because I am neither sad nor pathetic. The suffering of one does not give me pleasure, deserved or not. Not even if it was your suffering.
And how do you "he" was the jerk...sounds as though she were the lesser person.
Maverick, are you really going to try and sit there and tell me you WOULDN'T get a laugh out of someone overdoing the hot sauce? I don't believe it - pepper burn isn't harmful and does no lasting damage, it's just funny. It's one of those things that just never gets old.
Anyone who takes someone into a public place in order to break up with them DESERVES a mouthful of Scoville units and I stand by that statement.
Not if it was somewhere I ever planned on going to again. I always found it was better to get her to break up with me. That eliminates possible future problems. That is also one of the reasons I never dated from where I went to school, lived or worked. I wanted at least a 20 mile buffer zone.
What's another word for "cat?" Not "kitty" ... the other word. Usually combined in the phrase " ... footing around."
The word you are looking for is #6
pus*sy 1 (ˈpʊsɪ) [Click for IPA pronunciation guide]
— n , pl pussies
1. an informal name for a cat puss , Also called: pussycat
2. a furry catkin, esp that of the pussy willow
3. a rare word for tipcat
4. taboo , slang the female pudenda
5. taboo , slang a woman considered as a sexual object
6. taboo , slang chiefly ( US ) an ineffectual or timid person
Thanks for the hand! I would have written daffy-nition #6 a bit different – but it'll do.
I hate it when guys get girls to break up with them. It's so cowardly. Cynics of divorce like to point out that 70% it's the woman who files... but considering how many guys would rather get a girlfriend to dump them than man up and end the relationship themselves, it would hardly be surprising that these guys would change after they're married. Pathetic.
I dumped mine. She cried over the phone. I hung up. I can't stand girls who start bawwing. Show a bit of verve, and maybe I will stick around. But don't try to manipulate me with tears and stories of shattered dreams. We will both survive.
Wow, if you get lambasted like that when you make a mistake at your job, then I pity you. It's a typo. Get a grip.
@Kat, Hope your woof is recovering nicely.
Interesting article. The reason I am writing though is the quite glaring mistake in the post. As a current journalism student, I cannot help but spot misspellings or grammatical errors. And when it is on a website like CNN, blog or not, there is a certain level of journalism that one expects.
So maybe next time use a more careful eye when proof-reading an article before posting. That way something doesn't read ". . . sudden emergency surgery for one of our digs," because I doubt you had to rush a piece of machinery to the mechanic.
As a current journalism student, you should know that "journalism" and "spelling" are not the same thing. Everyone makes typos. Get off your high horse, you're not impressing anyone.
Hear, hear! I'd rather hear a buffalo fart than listen to some of these holier than thou internet boobs babble on.
Leave the poor thing alone. Ok, so maybe she was a little sharp in the comment. But I bet you she has to look for typos and such for class or something like that. No need to gang up on the college kid.
In defense of ZRS, it IS refreshing to see the proper usage of 'your' and 'you're'.
Oh my God! There's a typo in a blog post on CNN! Alert the media! Or at least a current journalism student so that she can make a snarky comment about it.
LOL! She is lucky you went easy on her. I was hoping you were going to rip her face off.
I'm feeling nice today. Plus she's just a dumb college kid, all hyped up on her own importance. We've all been there.
Sarcasm becomes you.
Aren't you married to that loser Rick Sanchez? Go back to watching MSNBC-that will actually make two dweebs that watch it!!!
Since "misspellings or grammatical errors" are plural, I guess you meant, "[a]nd when THEY ARE on a website like CNN, blog or not, there is a certain level of journalism that one expects."
You could also stand to improve your writing generally. For example, "quite glaring" doesn't add anything over "glaring," and if you're a journalism student, then it's redundant to say that you're a "current" journalism student. You'll do better to spend more of your time working on your own prose, and less working over others'.
Emergency surgery for one of your "digs"? Editor?
there was no typo wth??
One of the writer's dogs had to get surgified. If you hung out here more, you would know this.
I'm glad your pup is doing well. Thanks for the update!
I was on a date once and he was being a jerk, we had ordered dinner and were waiting at the table. I had enough, and just got up and walked out and called a cab. No drama, he wasn't worth it!
For some its all about the drama. Another good reason to just jump in a cab and take off.
It's certainly a classier way out dear. Way to go!
Never been dumped. Came close a few times.
Took a dump this morning, though.
Also something that shouldn't be done at a restaurant table.
Yes, I would have to concur.
Unless you have Oops! I crapped my pants! SNL adult undergarments on. Then swing away.
Now I can go out in public again!
I've eaten in places where the food tasted like someone's...er...dump. :)
ROFLOL
This is one of those cliche movie moments I know happens, but have never witnessed personally. I feel pretty strongly that such a breakup should happen in private. Not only is it a highly emotional thing for both parties normally, but the person being dumped is going to feel bad enough, without piling public humiliation on top of it.
The kinder thing to do would be to take the person to a private place, break up with them, and possibly offer to treat them to one last meal as a couple. That way they can work out their feelings in a personal situation and decide whether they want to end it with a night out on the injuring party or whether they just want to lick their wounds alone.
Well, it happened to me and must have been awesomely entertaining for all other patrons. It was at a cheezy (and might I add, heavily-themed) Mexican restaurant. I did the breaking up w/ a non-committal slacker and my classic parting line (before storming out) was, "you can finish my margarita." Still makes me laugh today.